Chapter ten

Chapter ten - Listen

"You didn't love her. You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe she was just good for your ego. Or, or maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love her. Because you don't destroy people, you love."

[ K A T O ]

"Don't try to approach me ever again, because that'll be the last day you're breathing, you fucking dog," he got away from the grip I was holding him into and rushed away.

Was I wrong? Did I make a mistake? Most likely, no, my instincts wouldn't lie. I couldn't be wrong. I know I felt it; I know he felt it.

Truthfully, saying all of those things, I just said hurt. They hurt me deeply; I shivered to myself by the thought of how bad it could damage the stranger, who just left.

"Дура," I cursed myself under breath.
/Idiot/

Suddenly a light hand was placed on my shoulder, and I knew that it was my mother.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?" She asked, concern laced throughout the words she spoke.

I nodded my head in approval, not being able to say a word, not a sound leaving my lips.

"I knew since his mother joined our pack and asked for shelter. It's him, am I right?" she sighed heavily and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

"I... I just don't understand why... Why did he? Even more, why now, why is he here now? Mother, what have I done to deserve this?" I quietly sobbed.

She gently rubbed small circles on my back, trying to calm me down. I am not the one to show emotions, so even my quiet sobs gave in how bad the whole situation is.

"It's about time for you to talk to your dad. Please, just hear him out and don't jump into conclusions before you sit down and think. The situation might be more complicated than you assume. Time will show, my darling; time will show," she whispered in my ear, soon, way too soon taking her arms off from me, making me feel cold and alone yet again.

I shyly smiled at her and ran back into the school building, ignoring everyone in my way. My main goal was to get to my damn locker, grab my helmet and keys.

In no time, I was out and rushing towards my bike. I didn't care about speeding at all, so I was back home rather quickly.

"Kato, my office," was the first words I heard, coming from my father when I just smashed the front door open. I nod and quickly followed him.

As soon as we went inside, he gestured towards the armchair, where I would sit and locked the door.

He sat right in front of me and sighed, hiding his face behind his palms.

"So you met him, right?" he suddenly asked.

"Yeppppp," I said, making the "p" pop out.

"You have to understand that some things don't happen as you think they do. You have returned home just recently, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for your mother getting stuck into our little family fairytale, forgetting about things we might need to talk out and me being even more guilty. I'm so damn sorry," he stood up rather quickly and punched the wall.

"Dad, calm down. What the Hell is going on now?" I asked, completely confused.

"Sometimes things happen like they shouldn't, yet they do happen and mostly for the best. Just trust me on this one," dad spoke, trying to calm himself down.

"You lost me, dad, I'm serious, stop talking in riddles, stop hiding shit from me, I am not a kid anymore," this time I lost my cool. I stood up as fast as he just did moments ago and yelled in full rage.

"Kato Valentino, know your place," he suddenly decided to use his Alpha voice on me.

"Or what, Alpha? Are you going to strip that fucking title away from me? Go ahead; I dare you, I don't want it anyway! All I want is for you to at least once tell me what exactly is happening! Explain! I've lived away from home because of some shit that happened in the past for years! I didn't get to see my brother learning how to crawl or walk; I didn't hear his first words and didn't see his first smile! I haven't been the part of his life, even though I knew he needed me! Now tell me how I didn't make any sacrifices to follow your commands. Now tell me how I don't deserve to know the fucking truth! Tell me!", by the end of yelling, my throat was dry, and tears streamed down my cheeks. I've never disrespected my father. I've never questioned his authority or decisions. He has been nothing less than an amazing father and my role model for all my damn life. Yet he keeps something so important hidden.

"How can I not know things which are about me? How can you keep secrets from me? It's my life after all," I whispered, looking down at my feet.

Honestly, I didn't think that he would react as he did. He should have slapped me or yelled more, maybe growled or thrown me into the cells, for the disrespect I've just shown.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around me tightly; he held me as he used to do when I was crying while being little. He tried to comfort me.
After a while, he did succeed, my heart rate normalized, and I finally started to calm down.

"I'm so sorry, but this is not my story to tell. Whatever you did, based on whatever emotions you had, I can't help you anymore. I'll be here for support and nothing more. I can't walk your path, no matter how much I love you, I just can't. You'll have to figure this one out on your own. Now please calm down and remember what I told you when we came into this office," dad squeezed me tighter and rested his head on mine, getting completely quiet now.

"Sometimes things happen like they shouldn't, yet they do happen and mostly for the best," I whispered to myself. This is going to be Hell of a ride, for sure. I'm starting to get sick of all mysterious shit happening. Is it so hard to explain, rather than keep someone in the dark?